Leah’s POV“Excuse me. You are Leah Gonzalez, right?” A guy behind me inquired, as I sat down in the lecture hall.Although confused, I turned to him and nodded, “Yes, I am. How may I help you?”“Okay, hi by the way,” He said then stretched out his hand, “I'm Collins Bryatt.”“Alright,” I said, shaking his hands then asked, “Is there something I can do for you?”“We were both assigned to the same professor for our thesis,” He divulged, “He reached out to me yesterday and told me to inform you about it. He also wants to meet us when this class ends.”“Oh okay then. Thanks for informing me.” I replied.“You are welcome.” Collins replied, and I hummed before turning to my front, just as the lecturer, a middle aged woman walked in, holding her laptop.As soon as the class ended, Collins and I set out to the professor's office.On getting there, he knocked on the door and we both waited quietly afterward for a response.“Come in.” The gruff that came out of the office sounded way too famil
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